I do not recall that I felt any tenderness of conscience in reference to Mrs. Joe, when the fear of being found out was lifted off of me. But I loved Joe-perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him-and, as to him, my inner self was not so easily composed (57).
Mr. Pumblechook made out, after carefully surveying the premises, that he (convict) ad first got upon the roof of the forge, and had then got upon the roof of the house, and had then let himself down the kitchen chimney by a rope made of his bedding cut into strips; and as Mr. Pumblechook was very positive and drove his own chaise-cart-over everybody-it was agreed that it must be so (57-58).
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